Interim

Abyss.
A great
black.
Nothingness.
It is from here
that we come forth,
built to shape the world
into an image
who’s origins we can not remember.
And it is to this same
dark
blanket
of Nothingness
that we return.
But
it is not truly
nothing
for if everything
comes from it
then Nothing
becomes
Everything.
You
and I
separated
by circumstances,
by time,
by egos,
by this Great Illusion
of seperation;
we are from the same
Nothing.
There should be
a great eagerness
then
to return to this Nothing
instead of fear.
Fear is nothing more
than the ego
afraid to lose itself.
But,
in Nothing,
there is no greater sense
of freedom
for we all return
and become as one
once again.